“Oh,” I say, hoping the tremble in my voice doesn’t betray me. “I was just in the washroom. Lady stuff, you know.”
She shrugs. I don’t think she wants to hear about my lady stuff.
The rest of the afternoon is a blur. Customers come in and out, and I tend to them like the pro that I am, but all I can think about is Blake and what happened in the storage room.
How am I ever meant to face him again? I wish I could have ripped that impish smirk off his face. He seemed so satisfied. That’s exactly what he wants, to see me squirm and close in on myself like a wilting flower, to see me die of embarrassment. It’s what he expects I’m sure. But maybe I’m not the shy awkward wallflower he thinks I am. Well, I sort of am, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Despite the fact that I hate him with a passion right now, I can’t stop remembering how his mouth felt on my skin, how his hand felt in my panties, how he rendered me completely powerless. No one has ever had that effect on me. I just can’t shake it.
I can’t deny it, and I won’t. I want him. I still do, even after he’s completely embarrassed me and played with me for his own amusement.
Just one time. I want to see how it feels to have sex with Blake Taylor. I just want to get him out of system. And I want to show him that I’m not such a good girl after all.
I look over at Momma who is busy working on a crossword puzzle. I can’t exactly ask her for advice. I fish my phone from my purse and text Mandy.
You working right now?
She replies right away. Mandy always has her phone on her.
Nope. Why?
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Could you come to Jake’s. Need to talk.
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Okay. Be there in fifteen. Was bored anyway. :)
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Cool!
It seems like the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I desperately need to talk to someone about this. When Mandy finally arrives, I tell Momma I’m taking a break. I grab an iced tea for me and an orange Gatorade for her (I know it’s her favorite), and slip on my jacket. We head outside and sit at the picnic table. It’s sunny outside but a little chilly. People are milling about, going about their days. It’s a terrific spot to people-watch.
She twists the cap off her bottle and takes a swig. “So what’s up? I heard everything was good this weekend. Thanks so much for filling in for me.”
I smile. “It was good actually.” It really was, much better than I’d anticipated.
“You and Blake…” she says with a smirk.
“Yes, me and Blake,” I say. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
She turns to me, curious. “What about it? You two have a thing?”
I shrug. “Sort of… not really,” I falter. “I just… I want him.”
She shoots me a sidelong glance. “Want him?”
“You know...” I say with pleading eyes. Will she make me spell it out?
She pulls a face. “Ewww… please spare me the details. You do remember that he’s my brother, right?”
I laugh. “Oh, so you’re going to be like that again.”
“Yeah,” she says. “I don’t want to hear what goes on with you and my brother.”
“Okay, but…” I go on. “I was thinking… just one time, casual sex, you know?”
